#olyatra

“ between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point 

where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, 

a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.And—I would argue as well—all love. 

Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love. Viewed close: a freckled hand against a black coat, an origami frog tipped over on its side. Step away, and the illusion snaps in again: life-more-than-life, never-dying” 

I grow life.

Planted - not buried. Have you notice how those two processes might resemble - both happening under ground, both seem quite lonely and dark. yet one of them results into life & another one into death - metaphorical? maybe. but that is why planting is one of my favourite things, creative tasks to do. 

"all attempts today to make amends for 

the damage through environmentally 

protective measures must remain only hopeless, 

superficial patchwork, if no curing of the “Western entelechy neurosis” ensues. . . . #Healing - would mean existential experience of a deeper, self-encompassing reality."

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excellently put by #stephenharrodbuhner in

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at the boundary between boredom and anxiety,

when the challanges are just balanced with person’s capacity to act there

truth will set you free

‘ а secret from the river

 that there is no such thing as time 

one unbounded ocean of consciousness became light, became water and matter.

and the three became many.

In this way the whole universe was created as un unbounded ocean

of consciousness

Mother dearest, let me inherit the earth